Land of the Laced lyrics

[Intro]
Cry two tears in a bucket...
f*ck it
Let's take it to the stage

[Verse 1]
(Mothaf*cka!)
n*ggas still drinkin' Cristal
Still pourin' out OE for they n*ggas that was hit by the spits of the pistol
b*tches say they love you, but they ain't up in the courtroom with you when the mothaf*cka hit trial
Oracle Arena, Driving past venues, dreamin' as I listen to the Marathon Continues
Welcome to the Land of the Laced and the b*tches we done been through
I'm just trying to make it with the n*ggas that I'm kin to
Maybe cop a Benz too, maybe bring a b*tch through
My bay n*ggas think it's really poppin' down there
My LA n*ggas think it's really poppin' up here
Down in SD I met some fine white b*tches who had that fever for a young laced bay n*gga
Half cabs on my feet, gold chain on my chest
5'10 n*gga, but got love for the whole West, sunrise, sunset
Palm Trees, good weed, never gotta stress, dog, f*ckin with the west, dog
Say we talk funny, bay slang they ain't never heard
Like why you n*ggas say 'bruh' and 'hella' ever other word?
To me she a rip, though. (to) You she a flip, though
A universal name is a ho, for the b*tch, though
Them b*tches f*cked up, growin' up, but we never judge
West side give me love, west side give me love
[Hook : x2]
The land of the Laced
West Coast, motha-f*cka (mothaf*cka...)
Land of the game
West Coast, motha-f*cka (mothaf*cka...)

[Verse 2]
I'm from the California Coast
Beaches and bridges hit the car, get goin'
So we be sleepin' with b*tches, hope a n*gga don't squeeze
Three at ya cherry, M3, Rest in peace to Pac
n*gga, rest in peace to MD... Regulator
Shout to the west side playas who still wearin gators
Who gone bring a b*tch for a tax refund fast when that mothaf*cka come back
I'm a menace on Venice
Lookin' for the right b*tch who ain't (?) forty two
I'm here for one night, sh*t
On one with my n*ggas on DP, what you think?
So every time I hit SB I wake up in a drunk tank
Say "f*ck it, my stomach hurtin', but the weekend was worth it"
I been gang with a California OG, he gone tell you f*ck a b*tch('s) feelings
n*gga, tell her what it's gone be
Cold game, cold game
Simp ass n*gga, drinkin on a twabalator(?) up on you rent-ass n*gga
One love, when you see me up on your street
My n*gga flyin out
I told him I got a California b*tch for him that suck di*k like she got no teeth
And when I come to your city I expect the same
California Mac, n*gga, respect the game
[Hook : x2]
The land of the Laced
West Coast, motha-f*cka (mothaf*cka...)
Land of the game
West Coast, motha-f*cka (mothaf*cka...)